Weekends #heart #body

First of all – I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again – every weekend should be three days long. It would just be better.

Secondly, the past week has been a little less tense and intense, thankfully. This was the first weekend since Farmers Market season began that I’ve felt up to attending both of our weekend markets. Every other weekend this month, Tee has seen the stress in my soul and ordered me to spend at least one weekend day on the couch watching Unbreakable Kimmy Schmidt.

So, I felt like it was a really great sign that I got myself to market on both Saturday and Sunday, and loved life the whole time I was there. It felt like I’d hopped off the struggle bus and waded into a super-awesome river, ready to tube.

SPEAKING OF WHICH – yes, we are going tubing tomorrow! So stoked. But more on that in a later post!